Guarded by the Snake (Monster Security Agency, #2)

by Layla Fae

If you can’t get a man who’ll kill for you, pin you to the ground with his heavy snake coils, and take you with his double D, don’t despair. He’s waiting for you in this book.

My body absorbed the force of the shots, and she felt each one like a vibration traveling from me to her. She shook with each shot, and suddenly, it stopped mattering that the bullets caused me pain. All I cared about was that they made her afraid.

“Are you horny, pet?”

“So that’s how it smells when you’re aroused,” he said, his throat vibrating. “You smell so good, little pet.”

“What do you want? Tell me.” I shook my head, the words getting stuck in my throat. Nuh-uh. No way. I couldn’t say it. “You first,” I blurted out. “What do you want, Asan?” “To fuck you against the wall.” His answer was immediate and harsh, and I choked on my inhale. Fuck. I wanted it, too.

“There you go, pet,” he said, voice coming as if from afar. “Does it feel good? Tell me.” Oh, fuck. “Yes! It feels so good,” I sobbed, my nails digging into his unyielding scales. “Good girl. You’re doing so well. Just like this. Put your delicious scent all over me.”

I never wanted to let her go. I’d keep her pinned to me forever. And it wasn’t like she could escape. I was a predator, Kim was prey, and all my instincts purred with satisfaction that she was here, trapped in my tight embrace, shaking from an orgasm I gave her.

“You took it all. Such a good girl,” he murmured, raising a shaky hand to touch my lips.

“So look as much as you want. I’ll always want your eyes on me.” I gulped, suddenly uneasy, although it faded fast. My body couldn’t take any tension now, it seemed. I was floating. So I just ignored the “always” that sounded like a declaration. It was just a heat-of-the-moment kind of word, anyway. Like all the others he’d said. Pet. Sweetheart. Baby. Darling. Love. Something sweet and fragile fluttered in my belly when I remembered the way he’d said that last one. It was a demand and a plea, his hissy voice turning it into something special. One-of-a-kind word that I would treasure in my memory even though it meant nothing.